She felt her chest trying to float up, but the blessed undertow, the dreaded reason why she was warned to never bathe in the ocean, sucked her feet down, putting the decision where it belonged, into the hands of God. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. —'How so?' says I. I am almost old enough to be your father.
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